Chapter 2: Bothersome

Bianca needed to go somewhere quiet and private right now less she started melting buildings and roads on her way. She couldn't seem to stop running nor could she trust herself to keep her emotions in check as her mind still repeated the argument moments ago.

He has never spoken to me like that before. Sure, he'd get irritated as hell with me sometimes but not that way and all because I said something about the Guardians.

Bianca honestly had nothing against the Guardians even if her father would like her to think otherwise. They were just a group of creatures who wanted to keep the peace and joy of every child in the world. What's there to hate about them?

However, if Bianca saw it through Pitch's view, she could understand how being isolated and forgotten all this time could make someone really bitter against the whole happy magic thing. But she just couldn't make her father happy by ruining the lives of all children in the world. The Guardians would just fight back again which she knew would result to them winning and making Pitch feel darker and lonelier than before.

Bianca released an irritated sigh. All this thinking was giving her a headache and she needed a place to fuel it, fast.

Without realizing it, Bianca had ended up in a rundown construction area where settlements of people were too far away to notice her doing anything strange to the building.

Immediately, she rushed inside and blasted a whole row of broken tables and furniture away with her fire balls. The next second, she was slicing through cemented columns with her fiery whips as the whole building started crumbling above her.

Oh, it felt good to greatly release her powers like this. Usually, when countries were in need of season changing, Bianca would be there to bring in the heat during summer and she didn't really have to exert too much effort to accomplish it.

She loved her job very much as she had to be closely associated with the Sun even if no being in the earth believed her. She was gratefully fine with them naming the season after her for its enough attention she could get. Though her father seems to think that she felt lonely and forgotten as he was but Bianca didn't have the heart to tell him that wasn't the case. Sometimes lying had to be necessary for Pitch if only so that she'd keep him happy.

Well, that doesn't seem to be an option at the moment if he keeps pushing me away to help him. She thought bitterly as she tore down a part of the ceiling above her with more fire balls, wisps of smoke and dirt following its trail.

"I don't think you should be doing that."

Bianca was suddenly broken from her reverie when a deep voice spoke out of nowhere. She glanced around and noticed to her left a young teenager leaning on a pillar with a wooden stick twirling in his hand.

He looked really pale for a normal boy who Bianca was slowly guessing was not, and he was barefoot from where he stood which should be burning right now from the intense heat Bianca had used in this whole building. She stared at him wearily before saying,

"Who are you to say what I can and cannot do, boy."

"Boy?" He questioned as his ice-blue eyes crinkled merrily as if she just made a funny joke. "I haven't been a boy for 300 years now, you know?"

Oh.

"Well, of course I knew that." Bianca snapped, seriously not in a good mood to talk to anyone especially to the boy who's been the cause of her father's misery lately. "You just looked like one, Jack Frost."

"You know me?" Frost looked perplexed as if he wasn't used to people knowing him.

She gave him an eye-roll. "I'm not an idiot; it wasn't that hard to guess— you make the whole room temperature drop just by your presence." Bianca didn't need to add that she only realized that seconds ago.

"Why are you here anyway?"

"Well, I just so happen to be passing by— you know, checking my snow and ice sculptures— "

"No, I don't know, seeing as I just met you." Bianca deadpanned.

Frost continued as if no one interrupted him, "— and I noticed a huge fire that was ruining my perfectly constructed snowmen up in the mountains." He looked like he was about to pout from that.

Bianca resisted her urge to eye-roll, "And you thought that by coming down here, you wanted me to stop?"

Frost nodded his head in agreement as he leaned on his staff instead. "And to see who was causing the commotion, too. Heat energy like that could have never been made by a mortal."

"Yeah well, now that you have your answers and had the annoying decency to interrupt me, would you be as so kind as to leave the area now?" It came out more as a demand than a question she meant it out to be.

The boy hummed in thought, tapping his chin for effect before answering, "I don't think so."

"What?" Bianca surprised at his decision to stay. What does he want now?

As if her reaction resolved his case more, he comfortably laid back on air, hands folded behind his head, legs crossed and a bright smile thrown her way. "Nah, I like it right here. Sometimes the cold can get a little boring, you know?" His eyes were alight with mischief and Bianca didn't like that she was now being a victim to his little tricks.

Oh, this boy is seriously testing my patience or maybe just wants a death wish.

"Alright, pretty boy, if kind words can't get through you—"

"Oh that was being kind? It sounded more like an order."

"I didn't want to resort to violence—"

"You mean you haven't started already?"

"But if that's the only way to get you the hell out of here—"

"You're very determined, aren't you?"

"Then I will use my powers against you." Silence filled the room after that until,

"Now, I know you don't want that to happen."

Frost seemed so confident with his answer that Bianca just wanted to smack that smug look out of his handsome face. She could admit he was cute alright but that didn't mean she was amused with his childish attitude.

She bit out, annoyed by his true statement, crossing her arms over her chest, "Who died and made you king of my choices, Frost? You don't even know me."

"Oh, last names, are we? And yes, true—I don't know you but," Frost suddenly leaped from mid-air to land closely where she was standing. "I would like to try." He threw her a smirk. "It's kind of unfair that you know me from just a glance when I've never seen you before."

They stared at each other, glaring dark brown eyes meeting icy blue ones. None of them talked and Bianca's agitation increased by each passing minute. Finally, after what felt like hours for her, she broke eye contact. "You're never going to find anything about me if I have to say anything about it and life's unfair so live with it."

"Is that a challenge?"

Bianca's ire grew a bit at that. Was everything to him some kind of joke? "Yes, yes it is." With that she strode outside of the now ruined building, only to have Jack Frost following closely behind her.

"So why were you trying to burn down the building?"

She snorted, "If you think I'm just going to easily answer all of your questions to me then you're sadly mistaken, Frost. It wouldn't be called a challenge now would it?" Bianca didn't know why she was leading him on with this challenge game thing but then she thought, Easier to get rid of him by just tolerating him. That doesn't mean she was about to lay down all her secrets to him. Maybe she could even find some amusement in this.

Bianca heard him chuckle behind her and then Frost was suddenly in front of her again, giving her dazzling smile before saying, "Then I'm going to gladly accept your challenge…" He seemed to be thinking for a moment before saying happily "Spitfire."

Before she could respond furiously to his nickname of her, he leapt in the chilling air and flew away from her, his childish laughter resonating from behind.

She glared at his flying form for a moment before shaking her head and muttering, "Spitfire? Seriously, that's what he comes up with? I'm going to get him back for that."

Yet, admittedly, the encounter with Jack Frost, no matter how annoying, distracted her enough to relieve the tension she earlier felt and now her head was clearer to think for a plan to help her father.

A smile curled her lips as Bianca thought. And I know just the right people to ask.